Living in New York City, my senses are in a constant state of overload. There is not one minute, not one second, where the electrical impulses in my brain are idle, WHERE EVERYTHING IS CLEAR, EVERYTHING IS PURE…

It’s 4.01 on December 17th, 2011 and preparations for the 2012 bow hunt for Whitetail deer starts now, the second after the sun has officially set over Vly Mountain in Catskills New York and the season is over...